The Unwin Family: Blind Pilot

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Blind Pilot

I love Blind Pilot and I want everyone I know to love them too!! So you should go download a few of their songs from I-tunes, common go do it, I suggest 'The Story I Heard', 'Go On Say It' , and 'One Red Thread'. They are my Favorite group!! They have such a smooth mellow sound. So go, go on right now and download some of their music. You will totally want to thank me later.

P.S. This is them on my playlist, so if your sound is off turn it on and have a quick listen.

Also, speaking of music I always download the free song from Itunes because hello its free, but I downloaded a song from a country music duo called Joey and Rory and it made me wonder what in the smack has happened to country music????Seriously scroll down and click on Cheater Cheater on the play list and listen to the words to this song!! Let me know what you think.

4 comments:

Derick and Becky said...: That country song sucks. Sorry, so stupid! They need to SHUT IT already!!! I hope everything went well with the librarian the other day, will I see you working there anytime soon to make up for the books???? jk; October 16, 2008 at 9:07 PM
Anonymous said...: See I'm not to much of a country fan myself. Hey I ment to say the other day, I think your hair looks adorable on you!; October 21, 2008 at 7:28 AM
jenn said...: I can't believe YOU took a Twilight quiz! Since you did it, so did I. I'm Esme and I'm okay with that!; October 21, 2008 at 11:51 AM
bonnie said...: I am diggin' Blind Pilot. I took the Twilight quiz and I am Esme... Can't wait for the movie, Nov 21st.; October 28, 2008 at 2:23 PM

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